I've never looked at myself
With the eyes of my loved one
You see I'm not a great beauty
My light people would always shun
I'm not what you call beautiful
I do try to give all that I can give
Even though I'm not as graceful as a swan
But it's for his love that I do live
I have tried to see myself differently
But it's always the bad things I remember
Somehow being beautiful just doesn't matter
Of this human race, I'm not a very good member
I'm not perfect, nor do I claim to be
I will try to be the very best friend
But don't try to force me to see as you do
Because somehow I know I can't in the end
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